Bill: I hate when rainouts derail the momentum train … Things are going so well right now.

Rider on Green Line: Yeah, even with Manny slumping, Schilling and Wells on the DL, Renteria looking awkward and stiff. Foulke being very un-Foulke … still I'm feeling fine.

Bill: All that good and the Yankees gorgonized and tied for last place in wins and first place in team meetings.

Rider on Green Line: I heard The U.S. Geological Survey has just issued a statement saying anyone in the vicinity of Volcano Steinbrenner should hasten activity to protect life and property as an eruption is certain and imminent.

Bill: The anticipation of seeing George go all ape shit is killing me, I tell you, just killing me.

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If you think Steinbrenner is bad now, wait until his horse (favored to win the Derby) goes down like a fat girl on prom night. His 'tude will darken exponentially.

As far as rainouts go, I was actually somewhat relieved when that game against the sold-soul Orioles was cancelled since I'm pretty sure Satan only promised them great play through April. Now that we're facing Seattle and Oakland, any delay or cancellation would be unacceptable.

The Skanks drop three to the Gamma Rays. Holy shit. Lord Turtle-neck has got to be pissing down both legs. Lou and Zim must be experiencing multiple orgasms. Cashman is destined to end up a traffic cop in Iraq. Only Costanza can turn things around in NY....

"The Yankees are stuck in this mess. Nobody is going to come knocking on their door to take any of these overpaid underachievers off their hands. Imagine the laughter that results from GMs around the league when Brian Cashman calls, seeking out feelers for Giambi and Brown?

It’s as if the Bambino did some sort of ethereal Anakin Skywalker impression, fighting off his Darth Vader persona, and tossing the Yankee Empire into the incinerator to re-join his original family.

The $200 million New York Yankees are in last place and in freefall. And not even Steinbrenner’s fat wallet can save them this time around."

It's a beautiful smell, ain't it, kids? That's the smell of 86 years of rancid Karma coming home to roost all at once. For almost nine decades those smug Spankee fans have been running their mouths, and now it's all catching up with them, and the entire world is laughing at them, and they know it.

h.b., dead on with the 'Member's Only', let's not forget, although we would like to, parachute pants, wind-tunnel mullets and the dreaded 'stone-washed' denim.

As for the smell eminating out of the Bronx, it's not the garbage, it's Jimmy Hoffa's body, it's FEAR. Unadulterated, 'could you pass me a clean pair of underwear', FEAR. I love the smell of FEAR in the morning, it smells like victory.

Check out Nust of Saturn's LiveJournal (Joy of Sox and Singapore Sox Fan have links).
Apparently a good few other players, like Tek, Minky, Pedro and others have them too. It must not be for angst-ridden teenagers anymore.

Dhimmi and Seismographs...best back-to-back screen shots of the season! Even better, another "put-your-head-here" from bigbri...he's beginning to know his place. However, NO sacred cows? Please...never get to Johhny P!